I thought it might be fun to share here too.
Here goes...
When Claudette stepped off the Marstock bus one Tuesday morning she created quite a spectacle. Clicking along High Street in black and white kitten heels, seamed stockings and a just tight enough pencil skirt she was ‘not at all what Laverage is used to’ according to the Misses Greene who happened to be watching from the bow fronted windows of The Lavender Tea Rooms. Carrying a battered cardboard suitcase in one hand and a magnificent picture hat in the other, her navy blue clutch bag rammed under her armpit, she was indeed not what Laverage was used to.
Hopefully I'll remember to return for more tomorrow!
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